CrystallineFlurry

You both stared at her. Then stared at each other - a silent dialogue followed. Like you had the gesture conversations with the others, Enjin and you communicated differently.

‘did she really just said that?’ his eyes said.

‘yes. Oh my god.’

‘huh. Odd. But kinda funny.’

‘Enjin!’

‘okay, okay. Not funny.’

All while Riyo grinned watching the two of you. Enjin then turned away to let out a traitorous chuckle and you groaned.

Should’ve been the end of it, right? A funny one time joke. Unfortunately team akuta and their supporters was full of the worst people alive.

Because two days later you walked into the headquarters, carrying supplies as you hear Follo yell from across the hallway.

“Mom said we’re meeting at six, dumbass.”

You stopped dead in the tracks. “Excuse me?”

Zanka immediately pointed at Follo accusingly. “I told him not to call you that.”

“You kind of encouraged him,” Semiu said flatly as she walked by.

Riyo was wheezing in the corner while your eye twitched dangerously. “None of you are funny.”

“Mom’s scary today,” Rudo whispered.

Enjin walked in at the perfect moment (later you’re convinced he waited around the corner, because no one walked in at a more perfect time). “Dad’s here. Everyone behave.”

The entire room burst into laughter. You wanted to die. You wanted to beat up Enjin who looked way too amused for someone who apparently didn’t find it funny.

“You’re enjoying this,” you accused.

“No idea what you mean,” he said, failing miserably to hide his grin.

Is anyone surprised that things only got worse, because Enjin started participating? No? Yeah. Exactly.

One afternoon Semiu sat behind her desk and lazily looked through a magazine while Enjin shuffled by. Then again. He huffed and puffed, all cow-eyed and pouting.

“Are you looking for your wife?” Semiu asked without looking up.

“My wife,” Enjin said loudly. “Took the day off.”

His voice sounded a tiny bit betrayed. How dare you to take the day off when it wasn’t his day off?

“Good for her,” Semiu replied.

“Yeah. My wife deserves that,” Enjin nodded.

Later Semiu told you about this conversation and you almost chuckled. Almost.

However. Bro Santa surprisingly suffered the most from it - mostly because he kept accidentally feeding into the joke.

But for starters. You were helping team child with some equipment. Also because you wanted to hang out with Dear Santa since you became similar to a motherly figure in his life.

It was a fun afternoon… until Enjin walked in. Took in the scene. Decided to open his loud mouth.

“Wow,” he sighed dramatically. “Couldn’t you at least wait until the divorce?”

Bro choked. “Divorce?!”

Team child looked between the two of you in horror.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked in disbelief.

“You left me for the kids,” he said solemnly and then gestured towards bro. “And… Bro.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And yet you stay.”

Bro looked genuinely stressed now. “Enjin, I never touched your wife, I swear. She’s just a good friend.”

“Hello?!”

“I know,” Enjin said all serious at the same time.

You kicked him in the shin and swore you still heard him cackle when you were back in your room. And, now all alone, you let out the tiniest amused snort. But it wasn’t funny, okay?

And if we already spill the truth a little here then we need to be completely honest. The dynamic actually fit.

You handled planning, schedules, injuries, and stopping everyone from killing themselves. Enjin handled morale, chaos control, and intimidation.

And together somehow you functioned exactly like exhausted parents managing a group of violent disaster children. And the team knew it.

“Mom, Rudo stole my chocolate bar.”

“Dad, Riyo threatened to shave off my eyebrows… again.”

“Can Mom stop glaring at me like that?”

“Dad said no, so I’m asking Mo.”

“… I never ask Mom anything again.”

Until then it wasn’t that bad. Or at least you thought it couldn’t get worse until you went on a mission together. Because if Enjin could do one thing then it was getting real loud when he was impressed.

A trash beasts twice your size charged towards your team. The force was enough to crack concrete and have the ground shaking. Before anyone else could React you slid underneath. Your jinki activated you drove it straight upward and took it down in one hit. The entire battlefield went silent for half a second.

“That’s my wife!”

Your horrified scream echoed immediately after. “Stop calling me that!”

Riyo nearly fell off her scissor laughing. Enjin shuffled closer, grinning proudly as he helped you up.

Meanwhile Gris looked emotional. “They’re so in love.”

“We are not—”

Enjin showed you off proudly. “Did you see that move?”

“Oh my god.”

He looked genuinely delighted which honestly made it worse. While the whole nickname saga was a joke - at least you thought so - Enjin’s pride about your growth and strength was honest.

And then it happened. You weren’t ready. It was the cherry on top. Corvus, the big boss, decided to join in.

That was the moment you realized there was no escape.

You sat in headquarters one evening with your head resting against the table, exhausted after a fourteen hour mission. Corvus approached you as calmly as ever.

“Have you seen Enjin?” he asked.

Hope blossomed in your chest as you looked up. When was the last time you’ve heard Enjin’s name? And not dad or husband?

Then he casually added, “Your better half, I mean.”

Slowly you closed your eyes. A migraine threatened to grow and take you out right here, right now.

“Please,” you whispered. “Not you too.”

Corvus actually smiled. And because Enjin had the perfect timing injected in his veins he had just walked by, listened and now laughed loudly.

Your head snapped around and yeah, Enjin was smug as hell. But beyond it he genuinely looked happy and proud.

Sighing you hid a smile behind your hand. “Come over. After the mission we deserve a drink… husband.”

Enjin stopped dead in the tracks. Also Corvus looked surprised before he gave you two some space.

“You did just—fuck,” he chuckled and sat down beside you.

Ha! Finally it was you taking the upper hand. At least until he reached into his pocket and pulled something shiny out that left you speechless.

he pulled out and groaned at the sight of your creamy cunt. a few times he slapped his swollen tip against your entrance, smearing his precum up and down your slit. then he slid back in so torturously slow that you could feel every inch and vein.

“y’know i think about it all the time,” he murmured against your spine. “how pretty you’d look knocked up. stuffed full of me. round with my baby. fuck.”

your moan was broken and high pitched when he shifted you. a moment later you were on your back, legs thrown over his shoulder, and his weight pressed you deeply into the cushions of the couch.

the mating press - his favorite.

yours too, because he always got so deep like this. his thick cock bullied your cunt like it belonged there. he was carving a home in you, and it turned you on. so fucking much.

“this is where you’re meant to be,” he said against your mouth shakingly. “under me like this, letting me fuck you full. you’re gonna take all of it, okay? gonna let me make you mine.”

“yes enjin. yours. mmm. you’re mine too,” you nodded, dazed and breathless.

your eyes rolled back as he pounded into you. his pace was so brutal and desperate at the same time. he was losing control. so close, you could feel it in the way his thrusts started to falter.

“gonna cum,” he warned. “where do you want it?”

“inside,” you whimpered. “please, please inside—”

that was all it took.

he growled your name and slammed into you with one final thrust. his cock twitched hard, throbbed, as he spilled deep inside your quivering cunt. warm wetness bloomed where you were already stretched and stuffed.

enjin didn’t stop moving. even while orgasming he rutted into you, grinding it in while his big hands kept your hips pinned down.

“just like that,” he whispered hoarsely. “fuck, take it. take all of it. gonna give you everything, baby. gonna keep going until you’re full.”

when he finally let your legs down he didn’t pull out right away. he kept himself buried inside you, chest to chest, golden eyes soft but still blown with lingering lust. you felt so safe there, wrapped up in his arms, flushed and fucked out and owned.

“you okay?” he asked, brushing sweaty hair from your face.

“yeah,” you whispered, “but i don’t think i can walk.”

he chuckled and kissed your forehead. “that’s fine. i wasn’t planning on letting you get up anyway. not until i’m sure you’re bred.”

you let out a giggle as he lifted you up. legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he carried you to his bed where you fell asleep, with you warming his cock the whole night.

or, so you thought.

your thighs were shaking as you slid out from beneath him in bed. the sheets were damp, your body slick with sweat and your inner thighs coated with the sticky mess he’d left in you. you winced as your core clenched involuntarily, still tender and full. you needed to pee. needed to clean up. every step to the bathroom left a drip down your thigh and all you could think was how much he’d given you. he always came a lot, but this time had been something else.

lately he had been more possessive than usual.

the rooms were dark and silent as you got to the bathroom. you didn’t bother with the light as you shuffled over to the toilet, but before you could sit down —

a presence.

you froze, an involuntarily scream tore from you. followed by an arm that snatched around your waist from behind, a hand covering your mouth before the sound could leave your throat. your wide eyes locked on the reflection in the mirror.

enjin stood behind you - tall, bare-chested - and wearing his fucking mask.

“‘jin—what the fuck—” came out muffled behind his palm.

“where do you think you’re going?” he growled in your ear, voice distorted and low beneath the mask. “you think i fucked you full just to let it leak out in the toilet?”

he bent you over the sink before you could answer. his hand yanked your hips back and you felt him already hard again, hot and angry against your ass.

“no. wait, please—” you gasped.

he shoved back inside you in one brutal thrust. you choked on the intrusion, nails scraping the edge of the porcelain sink as your eyes rolled. he didn’t give you time to adjust. just started slamming into you, his hips pistoning like a man possessed.

“you’re gonna hold it,” he hissed through the mask. “gonna keep it. i worked too damn hard filling you up, baby. you’re not wasting a drop.”

your mouth fell open, drool slipping down your chin as the pain-mixed-pleasure washed over you. his rhythm was cruel, merciless with sharp snaps of his hips that hit deep. his grip bruising your hips, fucking into you so hard the mirror rattled. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small bathroom, vulgar and raw. you could barely stand it.

“i love seeing you like this,” he hissed. “trying so hard to stay quiet while i ruin you. you scream, you wake the other cleaners.”

your legs buckled. your body shook. and when you came, it was messy and feral and devastating. you moaned behind his hand. no, you were crying, overstimulated and helpless. your pussy clenched around him as he kept fucking you through it. he groaned, hips stuttering, and you felt it again. hot spurts deep inside, mixing with the first load, making a mess of your insides all over again.

he didn’t let go until you were trembling and limp in his arms, forehead pressed to the mirror, mascara smudged, lips bitten red.

“you’re not cleaning up,” he whispered darkly, removing his mask just enough to kiss your shoulder. “you’re going back to bed like this. plugged up. dripping full. mine.”

he carried you there like you were breakable glass, even though five minutes ago, he nearly shattered you against that sink. you were absolutely boneless, babbling nonsense as he tugged you back in and made sure you didn’t leave the bed again.

the next morning you wake up to the smell of breakfast. you hear plates clinking and the soft hum of enjin whistling some random melody.

you shifted in bed, sore between your thighs and your body aching in that deeply satisfying way. but you also felt the tinge of overuse, the dull throb that told you last night’s bathroom session hadn’t exactly been…gentle. it had been hot. so fucking hot. but now?

“babe?” came a soft voice from the doorway.

you turned your head and there he was. shirtless, hair a fluffy, chaotic mess, carrying a tray with some bread, chocolate cream and two mugs of coffee. his eyes met yours and immediately dropped.

“oh fuck,” he mumbled. “you’re limping, aren’t ya?”

you laughed. “only a little.”

he looked wrecked. not in the sexy, post-sex way, but in the i’ve been pacing the hallways thinking about how hard i railed you while wearing a mask way.

“i’m so sorry,” he said, walking over and setting the tray on the nightstand. “i didn’t mean to get so rough. i saw you leaving the bed, and i… i just snapped. you were leaking and i thought—fuck, i just got this thing in my head and i didn’t stop to ask if—”

you silenced him with a kiss. “it’s okay, enjin,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his. “you were hot. a little crazy, but hot. i liked it.”

he let out a relieved sigh and kissed your knuckles. “i just wanted to take care of you this morning. thought i’d make breakfast, rub your legs, maybe beg for forgiveness if you were still mad…”

you grinned, slowly sliding the sheet down your body, revealing the curve of your hips, bare and inviting. his eyes locked onto your skin like it owed him money.

“well,” you murmured sweetly, “since you’re already being such a good boyfriend…”

he blinked at you.

“hey, babe?”

his breath hitched. “yeah?”

you leaned in closer, brushing your lips along his jaw. “three times is the charm.”

his brain short-circuited. you didn’t have to ask again. he set the tray aside, climbed onto the bed and hovered above you. his expression a soft mixture of reverence and hunger. this wasn’t the man from last night. this was your enjin, all warm, sweet, heart pounding with love and cock already hard between your thighs.

he guided himself to your entrance and slid in slowly while he kissed your cheeks, your nose, your eyelids. your leg curled around his waist, the other over his shoulder. the mating press wasn’t brutal this time. it was tender and deep. his body pressed you down into the mattress, hips rolling with slow, reverent purpose.

“still full of me,” he whispered, watching your face as he moved. “but i wanna give you more. want you to feel how much i love you.”

you whimpered. one arm wrapped around his neck, lips meeting his again and again. his pace never quickened. he gave you long, dragging strokes that had your toes curling and your heart clenching. he kissed your tears when they came, overwhelmed and overstimulated in the best way. his praise was quiet and endless.

“you’re perfect.”

“you take me so well.”

“this is where you belong. right here. with me.”

when he came, it was with a shaky moan and a broken “i love you,” and you felt it pulse deep inside - warm and full, just like his heart.

he didn’t move for a long time. he just held you, buried in you, murmuring promises into your skin.